歌曲 | Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round - LP Version |
歌手 | MC Eiht |
专辑 | We Come Strapped |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tyler | |
Geah | |
Eihthype in the mutha****in house | |
Mc eiht, dj slip | |
Half ounce in the muther****in house | |
It all starts in them mutha****in streets | |
With the shooting up, bang bang | |
From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out compton gangs | |
From they mommas to they daddies to they grands | |
Passed generations with rags in they ****in' hands | |
And living in compton you can't deal with the hassle | |
Uh, living in compton one time's tryin' to gaffle | |
Uh, living in compton boy you better think fast | |
Niggas ain't ****in around, they'll put a slug in your ass | |
Never givin a **** goin' out like geez | |
Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on d's | |
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live | |
Do a mutha****in drive-by on your wife and kids | |
From every hood to block to park to street | |
You cross the wrong ****in' line and your ass gets beat | |
One for all, all for one is how we go down | |
Niggaz make the mutha****in hood go round | |
That's righ, geah | |
Niggas make the hood... geah... go | |
You know... | |
The hood done took under all kinds, yeah i know | |
From my homies down in watts to the g's in chicago | |
(hey what's up homeboy?) | |
What's up? and everybody's up on the gank | |
It don't matter how the ****in blood splatter, long as get yo' bank | |
Real g's come in all shapes and sizes | |
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises | |
The type of niggas that don't give a **** about one time | |
Fill they ****in' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop) | |
And now your shit outta luck | |
Niggas ain't ****in around when they hood starts throwing down (geah) | |
Caps get peeled with this hot ass a.k. | |
Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days | |
A place where there's about a million night stalkers | |
Gangsta walkers, mutha****in' shit talkers | |
Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah) | |
Niggaz make the mutha****in' hood go round | |
Geah | |
Niggas make the hood... go | |
You know | |
Damn the hood is kinda hot (say why) | |
Just heard one of the ****in homies got shot (shit) | |
And we don't need it cause it's some shit that we just went through | |
At martin luther king guess who we ran into | |
The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (what's up?) | |
In the waiting room it's time to peel some ****in caps | |
And ain't no losin cause we already lost | |
The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed | |
And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie let's dump | |
Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp | |
That's the way it happens, the way i'm sayin' | |
Fool, niggas from the old school ain't playin (geah) | |
You got beef? mutha****a that's cool (you got beef?) | |
Say hello to the muther****in tool (what's up man?) | |
We cap yo' ass so ya know you're goin' down | |
Niggas make the muther****in hood go round (geah) | |
Geah | |
Niggas make the hood... go | |
You know | |
Geah | |
Geah | |
And this is going out to all the real compton niggas, geah | |
You know what i'm saying | |
And you can't stop the muther****in' bum rush | |
Half ounce in the mutha****in' house, geah | |
And we puttin' it down for all the real compton niggas y'know i'm sayin | |
Ain't no faking homeboy | |
Eihthype's in this bitch for the 94 | |
Mc eiht, dj slip, boom bam, tha chill, | |
My homeboy d.u.i., lil hawk & bird | |
Y'know i'm sayin, geah | |
And this is how we doin in, you know i'm sayin | |
And peace to all the real compton city g's | |
Yo willie, take me outta here | |
Yeah what's up, geah | |
Eihthype's in this bitch |
zuo ci : Tyler | |
Geah | |
Eihthype in the mutha in house | |
Mc eiht, dj slip | |
Half ounce in the muther in house | |
It all starts in them mutha in streets | |
With the shooting up, bang bang | |
From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc' d out compton gangs | |
From they mommas to they daddies to they grands | |
Passed generations with rags in they in' hands | |
And living in compton you can' t deal with the hassle | |
Uh, living in compton one time' s tryin' to gaffle | |
Uh, living in compton boy you better think fast | |
Niggas ain' t in around, they' ll put a slug in your ass | |
Never givin a goin' out like geez | |
Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on d' s | |
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live | |
Do a mutha in driveby on your wife and kids | |
From every hood to block to park to street | |
You cross the wrong in' line and your ass gets beat | |
One for all, all for one is how we go down | |
Niggaz make the mutha in hood go round | |
That' s righ, geah | |
Niggas make the hood... geah... go | |
You know... | |
The hood done took under all kinds, yeah i know | |
From my homies down in watts to the g' s in chicago | |
hey what' s up homeboy? | |
What' s up? and everybody' s up on the gank | |
It don' t matter how the in blood splatter, long as get yo' bank | |
Real g' s come in all shapes and sizes | |
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises | |
The type of niggas that don' t give a about one time | |
Fill they in' car full of holes with this brand new 9 pop pop | |
And now your shit outta luck | |
Niggas ain' t in around when they hood starts throwing down geah | |
Caps get peeled with this hot ass a. k. | |
Ain' t no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days | |
A place where there' s about a million night stalkers | |
Gangsta walkers, mutha in' shit talkers | |
Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound yeah | |
Niggaz make the mutha in' hood go round | |
Geah | |
Niggas make the hood... go | |
You know | |
Damn the hood is kinda hot say why | |
Just heard one of the in homies got shot shit | |
And we don' t need it cause it' s some shit that we just went through | |
At martin luther king guess who we ran into | |
The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps what' s up? | |
In the waiting room it' s time to peel some in caps | |
And ain' t no losin cause we already lost | |
The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed | |
And ain' t no cowards from my camp, so homie let' s dump | |
Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp | |
That' s the way it happens, the way i' m sayin' | |
Fool, niggas from the old school ain' t playin geah | |
You got beef? mutha a that' s cool you got beef? | |
Say hello to the muther in tool what' s up man? | |
We cap yo' ass so ya know you' re goin' down | |
Niggas make the muther in hood go round geah | |
Geah | |
Niggas make the hood... go | |
You know | |
Geah | |
Geah | |
And this is going out to all the real compton niggas, geah | |
You know what i' m saying | |
And you can' t stop the muther in' bum rush | |
Half ounce in the mutha in' house, geah | |
And we puttin' it down for all the real compton niggas y' know i' m sayin | |
Ain' t no faking homeboy | |
Eihthype' s in this bitch for the 94 | |
Mc eiht, dj slip, boom bam, tha chill, | |
My homeboy d. u. i., lil hawk bird | |
Y' know i' m sayin, geah | |
And this is how we doin in, you know i' m sayin | |
And peace to all the real compton city g' s | |
Yo willie, take me outta here | |
Yeah what' s up, geah | |
Eihthype' s in this bitch |
zuò cí : Tyler | |
Geah | |
Eihthype in the mutha in house | |
Mc eiht, dj slip | |
Half ounce in the muther in house | |
It all starts in them mutha in streets | |
With the shooting up, bang bang | |
From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc' d out compton gangs | |
From they mommas to they daddies to they grands | |
Passed generations with rags in they in' hands | |
And living in compton you can' t deal with the hassle | |
Uh, living in compton one time' s tryin' to gaffle | |
Uh, living in compton boy you better think fast | |
Niggas ain' t in around, they' ll put a slug in your ass | |
Never givin a goin' out like geez | |
Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on d' s | |
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live | |
Do a mutha in driveby on your wife and kids | |
From every hood to block to park to street | |
You cross the wrong in' line and your ass gets beat | |
One for all, all for one is how we go down | |
Niggaz make the mutha in hood go round | |
That' s righ, geah | |
Niggas make the hood... geah... go | |
You know... | |
The hood done took under all kinds, yeah i know | |
From my homies down in watts to the g' s in chicago | |
hey what' s up homeboy? | |
What' s up? and everybody' s up on the gank | |
It don' t matter how the in blood splatter, long as get yo' bank | |
Real g' s come in all shapes and sizes | |
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises | |
The type of niggas that don' t give a about one time | |
Fill they in' car full of holes with this brand new 9 pop pop | |
And now your shit outta luck | |
Niggas ain' t in around when they hood starts throwing down geah | |
Caps get peeled with this hot ass a. k. | |
Ain' t no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days | |
A place where there' s about a million night stalkers | |
Gangsta walkers, mutha in' shit talkers | |
Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound yeah | |
Niggaz make the mutha in' hood go round | |
Geah | |
Niggas make the hood... go | |
You know | |
Damn the hood is kinda hot say why | |
Just heard one of the in homies got shot shit | |
And we don' t need it cause it' s some shit that we just went through | |
At martin luther king guess who we ran into | |
The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps what' s up? | |
In the waiting room it' s time to peel some in caps | |
And ain' t no losin cause we already lost | |
The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed | |
And ain' t no cowards from my camp, so homie let' s dump | |
Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp | |
That' s the way it happens, the way i' m sayin' | |
Fool, niggas from the old school ain' t playin geah | |
You got beef? mutha a that' s cool you got beef? | |
Say hello to the muther in tool what' s up man? | |
We cap yo' ass so ya know you' re goin' down | |
Niggas make the muther in hood go round geah | |
Geah | |
Niggas make the hood... go | |
You know | |
Geah | |
Geah | |
And this is going out to all the real compton niggas, geah | |
You know what i' m saying | |
And you can' t stop the muther in' bum rush | |
Half ounce in the mutha in' house, geah | |
And we puttin' it down for all the real compton niggas y' know i' m sayin | |
Ain' t no faking homeboy | |
Eihthype' s in this bitch for the 94 | |
Mc eiht, dj slip, boom bam, tha chill, | |
My homeboy d. u. i., lil hawk bird | |
Y' know i' m sayin, geah | |
And this is how we doin in, you know i' m sayin | |
And peace to all the real compton city g' s | |
Yo willie, take me outta here | |
Yeah what' s up, geah | |
Eihthype' s in this bitch |